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	<title>Thirdeye Magazine &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Soulless</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:03:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ramla Alethea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">A life lived on the bleeding edge</span>
Fragmented phantasms of failed attempts
At breaking out
At playing the escape artist]]></description>
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		<title>The End of Unhappiness and Tears</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:59:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Trent Reker</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">the end of the soulless</span>
the end of the corporate
end of the bureaucratic time bomb death by waking every day to do it again
the end of lawsuit threats
of accusations]]></description>
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		<title>Monkey Don&#8217;t</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:12:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David Blaine</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Politics]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Society]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">The quadrennial quandary,</span>
choosing between
the lesser of two lechers
as they bisect bilateral boundaries,
splitting atoms and Adams,
exporting Middle America
in the making of little Americas. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Toast to Modern Beauty</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:40:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachael St. John</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Collapse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Society]]></category>

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<span class="intro">Lies, Deceit,</span> Shame in defeat
Trading lives for moments of glory
One by one the morals diminish
Eating themselves alive
Intimidated by the impending doom.
The human race is left with
Only pieces of its broken word and
The horrors that penetrated the useless defenses
Because nobody was valiant enough to
Believe in the darkness, in the cold [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Know it Young</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 16:58:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Derrick Mund</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Beat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Experimental]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">Rusted globs</span> roll boorishly from the roof,
collect,
glimmer,
and fall seven flights
to pulse squandered rhythm onto the alley.
But oh, to know it young
like a Beat ideal.
To speak in the loosened voice
of nowhere glances.
To say,
“Typhoon
with nothing short of screams for all this beautiful young life
that drowns in cirrhosis like cheap wine.” [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Red, White, and Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melissa Dey Hasbrook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Antiwar]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">In the U.S.A.</span>, we ignore our reflection on the TV screen while we grit thirty minutes of sound bites each night,
Scraps of stories served between drug ads from a buffet of Rx’s to help us

EAT SLEEP SHIT PISS [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Blink or You&#8217;ll Miss It [The Truth]</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 12:29:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Abraham Morrison</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Antiwar]]></category>

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<span class="intro">Screams erupt</span> from beneath our lead heel
That will not be silenced with another dollar bill.
The façade of our benevolence falls to reveal
A brutal corporate army moving in for the kill.
With economic warfare we do our fathers proud,
[...]
]]></description>
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		<title>White Wings</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 18:28:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lucy Hough</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Romantic]]></category>

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<span class="intro">The silver</span> band of my ring
flashes across the bare skin of these walls.
Eyes, desperate, yearning, coat my thoughts
and ask me questions.
I open my mouth wondering but the words
are tied and knotted in my throat,
strapped and bound – my eyes. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Feeding the Demon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 07:35:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ramla Alethea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Addiction]]></category>

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<span class="intro">An unrelenting</span> self-projected psychosis
Filling up inner-cavities with shadow
A darkness
An unforgiving introspective tirade
The bandages are breaking apart
Applied haphazardly
No sense of permanence ever intended
Doled out with a daily routine of decadence]]></description>
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		<title>The Origin of Species</title>
		<link>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-origin-of-species/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:03:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>M. Alan Cox</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Experimental]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Prose]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Surrealism]]></category>

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<span class="intro">Life on Earth</span> began as a gum wrapper made of aluminum, lying on a sidewalk; several stalks of peppermint grew inside it.

Human life began as a series of interruptions in global telecommunications—later explained as Sun spots. Our primary line of flight extends from a point (a mole on god’s face) and eventually intersects with a moment where it properly becomes an actual line of flight instead of a romantic novel:

a caterpillar is simply a caterpillar—it’s not a moth. [...]]]></description>
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